last night as i was driving home from the library [go me! i’m studying!], and i saw some groups of orientation kiddos wandering around hillsborough street enjoying the taste of liberty and i couldn’t help but remember my orientation weekend almost 9 years ago… WHAT???? NINE YEARS?!!! WHAT AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
okokokok story time… this one is good.
as luck would have it, my best friend georgia and i were assigned the same weekend for our nc state orientation. georgia had everything mapped out and knew all the right questions to ask, where to eat, stay etc. i was basically along for the ride. really, you would have thought i was just going to hang out with her while she was at orientation… could be one of the reasons why she’s a pharmacist and i’m sitting at d.h. hill library procrastinating on studying for my test tomorrow…….. ANYWAY!
after a day full of activities, we decided to walk to gumby’s, pick up a pizza [looked pretty much like this]
and sit on the corner of dan allen and hillsborough street. exactly this spot.
we were just eating pizza, making friends and reflecting on high school memories and freaking out at what would be our new home for the next 4 [to 5.5ish] years. this was the life! OUR ‘FREE OF PARENTS, INDEPENDENT’ LIFE!! we were pumped.
out of nowhere i hear my name. i looked at georgia and was all… “can you hear that? or am i going crazy? i know i don’t know anyone here! or do i?! omg. i’m popular!! was that a boy? who is calling my name?!”
it just kept getting louder and louder and the closer it got the more i could hear that undeniable, heavy mexican accent. IT WAS MY MOTHER! i tried to ignore her but it was impossible. my dad was creepily turning the corner with my mom shouting out at me to “get in the car… i should know better… it was late!! [10:15pm]… no wonder why bad things happen to me…” blah blah blah mama was calling my cell phone [ignored that, duh.], yelling at me all in front of our new friends. it was soooo embarrassing. the situation was beyond ridiculous! all i could think was, how could this be happening to me?! I’M EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD! I’M AN ADULT!!! please go away! please go away! PLEASE GO AWAY!!! georgia was about to wet her pants laughing so hard…. it was a hottttmeesss.
no, i didn’t get in the car and yes, i was grounded for two weeks. nothing new there… i was ALWAYS grounded. what else would you expect from parents who wouldn’t let my older sister go to a public high school for fear that some kid would stick her with drugs… TRUE STORY. that is a direct quote from my dad!!
so that’s what i got out of my freshman orientation, oh! and that’s where i learned the nc state fight song…